Whitefish River here and there

oooh o: we should def thread again very soon

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Ame had stilled as he moved closer, then created contact. Her ears tilted backwards and breathing deep, her nose filled with his scent.. deeper than before. Ame wasn't sure what to say, or do suddenly but did muster a nod to his words. They were unexpected.. an interesting twist to this encounter that would cement it in her memory for good.

She rumbled a low note from deep in the back of her throat where words would not satisfy, hoping that the message was conveyed all the same. As she stepped back, she dipped her slender muzzle in farewell before watching him lope off towards his home territory.

Without reason to loiter longer, she turned and trotted further down the river with something new to consider.